My Chaos

My Unorganized Chaos.. My daily unpredictable unorganized life started with the pile of things that... If I really thought about it I would try to make it better but instead of cleaning I just sat.. And reminisced about what each thing meant to me and a tear or two did flow.. Because my pile of chaos is how my daily life seems to go.. As I pick up a picture or a petal from a flower that you once gave to me.. I can understand how it must look to others who don't know and can't possibly see.. That underneath all of this "stuff" is who I really am because I.. Am just a girl trying to hold on to memories as long as I can and try.. To take pictures in my mind of the past and the good times had by.. Holding on to the trinkets whether they are big or small.. But now it's time to go through them because I no longer have room for them all... Now don't be fooled by the clean up because it doesn't mean that my cluster will change... I guarantee it will build up again and most definitely in the same large range.. If you catch me tomorrow and I may look like I have it all under control but then.. Catch me the very next week and my pile will begin to grow all over again.. Buffy Sammons..